Musical Guns.

This is the poem about the war which I have tried to put together with musical orchestra, showing a war in a musical way.This is also a poem about a hope for a better world!

I feel that my senses going wrong;

I hear the guns roaring as a symphony,

And a scream like a song.

See the dark side of the prologue sun;

In this fight of the orchestral war,

Where heroes are paid to born;

Where your life will be modulatingly denied,

If you rather escape, you will be petrified;

Landing on the blood spattered space,

Where you find no mercy and angel's of god grace.

 

Go, go to the fields of distort grotesque divertimento;

Shoot with you charcoal filled heart's musical notes,

Witness, how serene pianoforte head blows?

While bomb acts like a host,

And millions bullets as a orchestral boats;

With the irradiance of your flying eagle bullet wings,

And its angry claws!

Play with the noisy vocalist's help seeking scream,

Destroying the innocent's dreams.

 

We are the Lucifer's angle;

Watch the march of commander Mozart,

With his historical cockade;

Originating the deadly barbaric music,

And blacking the war symphony in the bracket;

With his guns of blade,

It is a small metals reapers we create;

We leave no legacy,We are just dead wanted;

Walking on the boulevard of ancient dark syncopated prophecy.

 

Stab our mother earth;

Who has been sleeping like a swan,

Then evaluate, devaluate, revaluate;

Then again, calculate,

Laying like baby in her dead arms;

Trying to suck the milky flood,

This now tastes like a rubicund cold blood;

Emotions are for last generation,

We are the musicians of musical operation.

 

War history is a ostinato but kept aside;

Making mistakes like knuckle headed tide,

Ruled under the Machiavellian of hate;

Its just not suppose to be our fate,

How better music can we create?

To stop this nuisance war,

And throw this hate out of the door;

Night seems to be never ending,

Heavens seems to be bending.

 

Life seems to be bloody bore;

We have witnessed this musical score before,

Hearts tearing every shore;

Self proclaimed social human race,

How good can we be?

The human kind has been so unkind,

It is blind and works without peaceful mind.

 

The entire conclusions are now delusion;

With no future evolution,

However, there is one solution;

Don't play this duet game for any further intrusion,

There is no one to blame;

Just feel bit ashamed,

We kill our own human race;

In a pride of some country's name,

And a lame fame.

 

Compartmentalize this world;

Smother the human existence,

On the verge of coerce disguised maladjusted presence;

It's just a irrefutable evanescent,

In the hearts of misery.

 

For the stanza of money;

For the stanza of land and religion,

It's a premiere of uncut version of miserable lure;

For which we fight this smoked war.

 

I close my eyes, realise and then victimize;

Shaking pens and shaking guns,

When the world is breaking;

The days will come,

When you will pay the debts;

For the wrong you have done.

 

One day you will sing the songs of sorry;

That's all you could say,

Feelings will be so worthy;

When you will wish to start it all over again,

To throw all the pain, just for a simple gain;

And so wonderful life we will attain!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

There are some words which you may not find in dictionary because they are the words which are purely used for musical purposes and are not regarded as English.Please ignore the grammar section.........Constructive idea and ad new ideas are always welcomed! Thank you!

Reviews

[Gandré]

this was really great.
I felt the pain... a feeling of being paralyzed.
Wars are about power. Religions - as instrument
want power, too and so do all the huge enterprises,
oligarchs and shamans of this world.
We need altruism and sharing with each other.
I try to say since 4 years through my writing.
thank you for your generous review recently.
Hope all is well.
L.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This was nice. The plot was strikingly unique and different.
Some of the lines were very thoughtful and appealing and the entire write is infact very strong.
But, I also found this piece very raw and I think so you should polish it once, both with the grammar as well as with the flow.
Rest, it was well :)

[anirudh]

i read all of ur's creation but i only say is you have god gift that you write all your's in a manner that explanation have an immortal vaule